 You know, Bob, I don't know what to get you for Christmas. Doris, I don't want to seem ungrateful, but please don't give me a present this year that you've knitted. You know how you get carried away when you start knitting. Oh, was the sweater I made for you last year too big? A little bit, but it came in handy. I now have the only Buick in town with a turtleneck slipover. Well, Paramount gave me the measurements.